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YOU'RE ALL MINE = ch 32
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 32 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight tiptoed around the house. She knew something was unsettling but couldn't put her, well, paw on it. She hissed quietly, “Something is amiss. It’s not big but it’s not good.” The feline wondered if she should wake Mia to investigate but then had another idea.
By Margaret Brennan12 months ago in Fiction
The Case of the Stone Killer
Percy’s breaths were heavy but quiet as he quickly checked his gun chamber one more time. Empty. He knew it but seeing it...made his situation all the more dire and hopeless. And there were no more bullets on his person, Percy checked. Three times. He should have been careful when shooting at the Stone Killer earlier. He really should have. But...there had been people behind him. Innocent civilians who would have been her next victims if Percy hadn’t intervened. It was his duty as a police detective to protect them, and Percy would never shirk from that duty. He didn’t regret his decision, he just wished that at least one of the bullets had hit her.
By Rebecca Patton12 months ago in Fiction
Hunters. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that bought his shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Fiction
Silent Bites is HERE!
Hello!! This is Melissa, the author, with important news: Silent Bites is finally HERE! The new cover is an acrylic painted canvas done by a very dear and close friend of mine, Faron Brooks. She’s always been talented as an artist. Her aptitude for drawing characters, backgrounds and original designs are truly divine and I’m proud of her. Here is another link to purchase Silent Bites!
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Writers
Remembering You Through the Language We Shared
The phone rang – it was you, “Christine, do you remember your French? You were in the hospital. You were scared. Tu avais peur. I don’t remember now what you said next exactly, except that you felt “they” were hurting you. Ils me font du mal. My heart tightens and nose tickles with the memory. Mon cœur se serre et mon nez chatouille au souvenir.
By Xine Segalas12 months ago in Families
Always Late, Sometimes Late, Never Late
Write Down the Bones Deck to Free the Writer Within — This is my wish for you: that you take these cards, grab the topic on one side and write, write, write. Then flip to the other side of the card and take note. I’ve always used the word topic instead of prompt. Prompt is the starting place, but topic indicates more the idea of plunging in and immersing. Natalie Goldberg
By Denise E Lindquist12 months ago in Writers
Myself
This is what I finally was able to write for the QVV Challenge. I want to start by saying I know saying "myself" for motivation for goals sounds selfish. However, given the shit show my health has been, especially in the last year, it is more important than ever.
By Rene Petersabout a year ago in Pride
Quilting a Nation
I cried as I sewed the latest patch into the quilt. My tears stained the delicate fabric, and neither I nor the others gathered around the frame made a move to wipe them clean. I heard, much later, that one of the little embroidery girls stitched gossamer threads around each splash.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
